I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

"Let Ye Qinghan give it a try."

Ye Qiao held the Jinghong Sword, which was hooked under the cage formed by sword energy. She had heard that Yun Que had stabbed Ye Qinghan several times without any mercy when she came.

Isn't this the perfect opportunity for revenge?

Ye Qinghan gave them a disdainful look.

He wasn't particularly afraid of divine punishment, and when he said he would kill Yun Que, he wasn't joking. With a flick of his finger, the Frost Sword traced an arc along his palm. Seeing this, Ye Qiao quickly glanced at the sky.

When she made her move, Heaven warned them with lightning.

Ye Qinghan unleashed his killing intent. The purple lightning in the sky only flashed briefly before dissipating overhead. They exchanged a joyful glance, which meant that they could make their move.

Of all the disciples present, only Ye Qinghan dared to step forward. The Ye family head couldn't help but exclaim, "That's amazing, Xiao Han!"

The Ye family has always admired the strong and had very strict requirements for their direct descendants. Ye Qinghan was their family's only hope, and they were extremely satisfied with her performance this time.

These are the children of the Ye family.

Ye Qiao rubbed her arms and realized that this family head was also a bit neurotic. She had interacted with the Ye family head at the banquet before, but neither of them had been very friendly. The Ye family head disliked her and secretly thought that Ye Qiao had corrupted his heir.

He made a lot of sarcastic remarks to her at the banquet.

This current state of mind drew a disgusted look from Ye Qiao.

I thought I would be glared at by the Ye family head as usual, but this time I was surprised to be greeted with a warm smile. When someone who doesn't smile often does, the effect is terrifying.

Ye Qiao quickly turned her face away, feeling completely horrified.

Faced with the relentless pressure from her disciples, Yun Que huddled inside the cage. Suddenly, with a flick of her wrist, a silver-white key flashed past, shattering the cage formed by sword energy. She then turned and ran.

But what level of skill does Ye Qinghan possess?

There was no earth-shattering event or floating lightning tribulation as she had imagined. Grabbing the Frost Sword, Ye Qinghan leaped up, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage firmly pinned her to the spot.

Under Yun Que's ferocious gaze, he swiftly and accurately thrust his sword down, shattering her soul.

Ye Qiao surveyed her surroundings, fearing that something might go wrong.

Mu Li, in his mind's eye, thought with interest: "This Ye Qinghan is quite cruel."

It strikes straight at a person's soul.

Ye Qiao ignored him and kept her eyes fixed on Yun Que, afraid that he might cause some more trouble.

Ye Qinghan's sword strike was almost certain to succeed. He rarely missed, but Yun Que had countless magical artifacts and spirit weapons in her hands. The moment the spirit sword pierced her skull, Yun Que simultaneously threw down a doll.

The moment the doll landed, the blank little figure rapidly grew up, and its face became exactly like Yun Que's.

"What the hell?"

Ye Qiao, who was unfamiliar with such things, opened her eyes wide for a moment.

Zhou Xingyun answered her softly, "A substitute puppet."

"A wonderful thing that can save someone's life."

As long as the power level is not overwhelmingly superior, a substitute puppet can shield the contractor from a fatal attack, and can also freely imitate the appearance of anyone in the contractor's hands, using this to feint and evade pursuit.

Ye Qinghan showed no interest in the strange objects in her hands. He coldly drew his sword, preparing to slice off the puppet's head with a single stroke.

"Wait." Ye Qiao waved her hand quickly: "Leave it to me."

It's such a waste to cut it down; we can still make use of it.

Ye Qinghan pursed her lips, understanding dawning on her: "You want it?"

Ye Qiao nodded: "I want it."

Not only her, but even the spirit of the Jinghong Sword that floated out of the sword stared silently at the puppet that looked exactly like Yun Que.

His eyes were filled with a desire for money.

Ye Qinghan raised an eyebrow in surprise. This sword spirit is a money-grubber...?

Yun Que's delicate brows furrowed, and she bit her lip, deliberately feigning weakness: "Let me go, and I can give you all the rare and precious treasures I've acquired over the years."

Even without that treasure-hunting beast, Yun Que's luck was unmatched. Although the demons took a lot of it, she still had plenty left over.

She was confident in negotiating with these trusted associates.

Especially the Changming Sect, they are desperately lacking in these good things. First, stabilize these people, then Yun Que will find an opportunity to get the Demon Emperor and the others to rescue her. She's only at the Nascent Soul stage, while the Demon Emperor she knows has the cultivation to transcend tribulation.

"There's no need." Zhou Xingyun looked at Yun Que's confident expression, tilted his head, and said in a calm voice, "If I kill you, those things will be ownerless."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling killing intent enveloped him.

What a villainous speech!

The right protector's eyelid twitched slightly.

For a moment, they couldn't tell whether the righteous path's light or the demons were the villains.

Zhou Xingyun rejected Yun Que's last bargaining chip outright, and Yun Que's face darkened.

Ye Qiao focused intently on capturing the puppet alive. Several talismans blocked its path, forcing the puppet to flee with nowhere to go. With a change of her fingertips, she locked it in a shield talisman. The moment she caught the puppet, its expression went blank, and the face that was identical to Yun Que's became empty.

Mu Chongxi clicked his tongue in amazement: "She does have quite a lot of things, even a substitute puppet. Even Chengfeng Sect can't produce such a small gadget."

Wow, some gear dropped!

Putting everything else aside, she's practically a walking treasure chest. If he were a demon, he wouldn't mind keeping her around, given that she can automatically attract good things.

Seeing how interested they were in Yun Que's things, Ye Qinghan simply changed the trajectory of his sword and cut off the mustard seed bag hanging from her waist with one stroke.

This is a tactic they often use in secret realms.

Yun Que never expected that Ye Qinghan, who had always been so open and honest, would resort to such despicable means. Clutching her empty waist, she was both shocked and furious: "Have you and Ye Qiao lost all sense of shame?"

"Kidney bags worn on the waist are really easy to steal," Ye Qiao said with a smile. "After so many matches, haven't you learned your lesson yet?"

During a competition, the mustard seed bag is more precious than life itself. If it's stolen, you're left with nothing.

Yun Que had no recollection of the competition when she watched helplessly as her mustard seed bag fell into the hands of her protégés.

She had a bad feeling. Perhaps there were a few people with strong morals among the disciples, but she knew the Changming Sect well, and they would never return it to her.

Ye Qinghan flicked the tip of his sword and tossed the mustard seed bag into Ye Qiao's hand. They immediately surrounded it, passing it around and starting a live treasure hunt.

"Should I take it?" Miao Miao hesitated.

"Hello!"

The Changming Sect is truly quick to act.

Those who are easily embarrassed are still hesitating, while those who are thick-skinned have already tried it out.

Mu Chongxi shook the bell curiously: "There's no tongue inside! It's just an empty sound."

"What's the use?"

"Keep it for now, we'll ask Duan Hengdao when we get back." Zhou Xingyun glanced at him: "Are Yun Que's things any bad?"

makes sense.

Ye Qiao pulled out a token from among them; it was jet black and exuded an ancient aura. "This one looks pretty good too."

Zhou Xingyun shook the rattle drum.

The crackling sound was deafening, and some people were already feeling dizzy; clearly, this was a disruptive magical artifact.

After a long pause, the eldest disciple stared intently with his cold, unwavering eyes, then, as if discovering a new continent, uttered two words: "Fun."

Seeing how quickly they divided the spoils, the others exchanged glances and decided to join in.

Si Miaoyan hesitated for a long time before finally selecting a small porcelain bottle. She shook it and said in a strange tone, "We don't even have many bottles of top-grade pills."

You should know that only those at the Nascent Soul stage or higher can refine Heavenly Grade items. Where did she, a Golden Core stage cultivator, get these things from?

Yun Que has been courting death for so long, and the fact that she can still be alive and kicking even after her spiritual root has been crushed is definitely related to these pills.

Yun Que was furious: "Give it back to me!"

The icy blue spirit sword slashed down with the force of cleaving the sky, its sharp frost blade gleaming with ice, its sword energy slamming her to the ground and pinning her firmly. "You're too noisy."

Yun Que froze instantly; the sword tip was just a hair's breadth away from slicing through her throat.

"Please, please let me go." Seeing Ye Qinghan approach with murderous intent, she immediately knelt on the ground, panicked. "I didn't mean to! They forced me to!"

"Please, let me go!" Yun Que stammered in fear, "It's all Ye Qiao's fault. If she hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have gone to the Demon Realm, and I certainly wouldn't be on the opposite side of you..."

Correct.

Yes, she quickly brainwashed herself, her voice trembling with tears: "It's all her fault!"

All of this has developed to this point not at all what Yun Que intended. She was pushed into a situation where she was at odds with Ye Qinghan the whole time. It's all because of that bitch Ye Qiao!

Ye Qinghan was rendered silent for a long time by her strange train of thought. "Is that what you're thinking?"

He didn't understand how all of this had anything to do with Ye Qiao.

"She hates me, can't you see?" Yun Que sneered. "Do you think she's a good person?"

Ye Qinghan watched coldly as the kind and gentle girl from his memory was now hysterically going crazy.

To be honest, the grudges between the two are hard to explain, but he felt that Ye Qiao had said it not long ago.

She did not hate Yun Que.

Yun Que's current predicament is entirely self-inflicted. From the moment she chose to collude with the demons, there was no turning back.

As long as she remains in the sect, even if they despise her, they will not kill her unless they stand on the opposite side.

Disciples from the five sects, whether they like it or not, all agree to abide by a sect rule: fellow disciples are not allowed to kill each other.

Seeing Yun Que muttering things like, "She hates me, that's why she's driven me to this point," he said indifferently, "You think too highly of yourself."

The word "hate" is really quite heavy.

"Speaking of which, didn't they care about you a lot?" Ye Qinghan squatted down and asked calmly, "Why did they push you out today? Was it just so you could kill me?"

Yun Que flinched: "I...I don't know."

If she had known that Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan had both broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, she would never have come.

Seeing that Ye Qinghan didn't intend to kill her immediately, her mind started racing again, thinking that he couldn't bear to part with her.

Unaware of Yun Que's thoughts, Ye Qinghan looked at the group who had finished dividing the spoils and asked with a hint of helplessness, "Have you finished dividing them?"

"Shall we deal with Yun Que's matter first?"

The Changming Sect is exceptionally proactive when it comes to taking advantage of others, and the Biyue Sect and the Wenjian Sect are no match for them.

Ye Qiao put away the looted items, her expression turning slightly serious upon hearing this. She surveyed her surroundings before speaking, "Their helpers included the Demon King." She then pointed to the sealed-off area on all sides, "But they've all escaped now."

With their underlings gone, the demon kings could only watch helplessly from outside their domain. Moreover, intelligent demon kings possessed an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm; after assessing the disparity in strength between the two sides, they decisively fled.

Only the Right Protector and the others were left trapped inside the domain. The Right Protector appeared calm, but inside he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He had heard about Ye Qiao long ago.

They had done their homework on her beforehand, and the Right Protector knew that her domain was particularly strange.

However, the message did not mention that Ye Qiao's domain could be materialized.

Ye Qiao quickly walked up to Yun Que, who was cornered, grabbed her thin shoulder with one hand, and greeted her with a smile, "Hi?"

Yun Que looked up, a heavy malice flashing in her eyes, and flung out the talisman that she had been silently hiding in her sleeve.

It is very effective.

That one blow, if it hadn't been for the talisman, would have been enough to get her into serious trouble.

Ye Qiao was annoyed that she had actually used up several of the defensive talismans in her hands after she had killed the master with a flurry of punches.

He punched Yun Que, whose face was as beautiful as the moon.

He easily knocked someone to the ground.

Talismans are very expensive. Putting aside the loss of spiritual energy, the price of cinnabar and talisman paper is also high. Moreover, becoming a talisman cultivator is not something that can be done at will. In the cultivation world, those who can learn talismans from a young age are all wealthy people.

The girl's fragile bones creaked as she punched half of her cheekbone, shattering it.

The sudden surge of pain brought tears to her eyes. She opened her mouth, then cried out, "Kill her!!"

She was furious: "Right Protector, I order you to kill her."

Right Protector: "..."

The scene was filled with sword cultivators, and he was being watched intently by a group of people. Not only could he do nothing, but he also had to endure Yun Que's arrogance.

Fortunately, the Right Protector had a good tolerance. "Calm down first, and I'll find a chance to get out."

If he could get out, would he still need to feign politeness with Yun Que?

He ran away long ago!

Judging from Ye Qiao's confident demeanor, regardless of the power of her domain after its fourth form ends, she will definitely be a formidable opponent.

Seeing that the Right Protector remained motionless, Yun Que covered her face and suddenly sent a voice to him: "I have the key to open the secret realm."

There are indeed magical artifacts within the Demon Clan capable of breaking through barriers. Yun Que escaped from Ye Qiao's cage just now thanks to this artifact.

Not long ago, the Demon Lord gave her this excellent escape artifact.

Yun Que has always been very charming, and the Right Protector does not deny this. The Demon Lord has indeed been exceptionally lenient with her. He was overjoyed: "Give me the key, and I'll help you kill Ye Qiao."

He couldn't just sit idly by and wait to be wiped out in Ye Qiao's field.

Yun Que made a demand: "After you kill Ye Qiao, you have to take me with you."

Wait for her to go back!! We will absolutely not let these people get away with this.

An impatience flashed in the eyes of the Right Protector.

He nodded eagerly, keeping an eye on preventing his disciples from attacking him while observing Yun Que's slow movements.

Before Ye Qiao and the others could react when the silver-white key appeared, he excitedly and roughly snatched the magical artifact from Yun Que's hand, shouting, "Get out of my way, give it to me!"

He tossed the magical artifact into the air, and the hole that rapidly dissolved in the domain rushed out.

Yun Que was dumbfounded.

She tried to grab the right protector, but the man was even more ruthless than she had imagined. His expression turned cold, and he kicked her down without any politeness, grabbed the key, and ran away.

Things unfolded so quickly that others didn't even have time to react.

After a long pause, Ye Qiao said, "What a grand show."

He just abandoned Yun Que and ran away like that?

What happened to the heartthrob he was promised?

Seeing Yun Que's ashen face, Si Miaoyan felt a pang of pity. She asked softly, "Who among you will search her soul?"

The fact that Ye Qinghan didn't kill her earlier suggests he intended to search her soul.

They wanted to look for clues in her memory to see if there were any suspicious people.

"Leave it to me."

Ye Qinghan took a step closer to Yun Que.

Taking advantage of Yun Que's blank and dazed state, Ye Qinghan invaded her sea of ​​consciousness with overwhelming force, quickly sweeping through her memories, trying to extract the key information he wanted.

The first scene in my memory was at the Yueqing Sect.

He saw Ye Qiao kneeling on the ground.